Stains and Stories

Words

Dedicated to all those who were the victim of bullying .

Words .

Simple words composed of letters .

They mean nothing to us but everything to her

Bitch , Whore , Slut , Elephant , Four-eyed

Just  plain words  yet they pierce through her soul .

All she can do is run away ; away from it in the peace of her room .

Slamming the door , the only option for her is a knife ,

A simple flick on her wrist and blood spills ;

The sight of it  being   a  continuous remembrance of how her screwed up her life has become ,

Leaning into the sink gagging as she throws up ,

A goal  ever present in her eyes :Being Perfect

Curled up on the floor  , she cries .

At school , her tears aren't visible .

Her lips are curled up in a fake  grin but her eyes are a gateway to her  sorrow

She pretends to be strong ;

Ignoring those words  , she smiles at them .

Again  , she runs away to her safe spot .

Cutting her skin leaving scars behind forever

No one was here to listen her tortured screams as blood lay on the floor

People now term her as 'Emo' , 'Goth' , 'Outcast' ,

She was now a  stranger no one would talk to .

Did they not know  her pain  was far greater than what they assumed?

Did they put themselves in her place?

Did they realize that she was the only one to run her home?

Her father had just died , her mother had slipped into depression  and wouldn't talk to anyone

Her sister was facing therapy sessions and counseling ,

And she? She was her mom's strong girl  ; her sister's  only hope

She put up a façade of being strong , happy and the one who consoled her family .

In reality , she was an emotionally broken girl craving a normal life

No one knew the truth ; she hid the scars and her sorrow well .

She refuses to eat because that would be more weight to gain

More imperfection ; more long nights spent in the bathroom throwing up

She only wants to be perfect ; to stop the rumors ; to have a happy life .

Maybe that was too much to wish for .

She was dead inside .

Her mind occupied with the insults .

Her wish to give up on life arose

but the thought of her family all alone stopped her

Was she to live like this?

Maybe she could stop them ; stop this torture once and for all ,

But the pain her heart carried would remain forever

The memories wouldn't ever fade

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